[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e0039]Jacob Blackwell[/color][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media4.giphy.com/media/iIzc0rUsvZJy8/200.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Coaches Office >> Gym
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Entering the room, he was to wrapped around in his thoughts and premonitions that he didn't here or notice the woman behind him, curled up on the sofa like a young child. That is why her voice made him jump. He felt as if he had been busted. Someone had seen his breakdown and everyone was going to start being suspicious again. He went to turn around to face the female, but she had gone, like a bullet. Left. That wasn't good. Jacob was convinced that she was going to blab. So he followed after her, pushing himself back out to the gym. But again, she had gone. This woman was fast. freakishly fast.

Still, on instinct he began to check for his phone. He had a habit of patting his pockets, and having an anxiety attack until he found the phone. But as he patted around he couldn't feel it. At  that point it dawned on him he had left his phone with the group. How stupid could he be? He began to jog back over, noticing Marc being too close to his phone for comfort. He would swoop in like an eagle, grabbing his phone and using the table to slow himself back down to a halt.

[color=9e0039]"Been looking for this. Can't function without it. It's like my second brain!"[/color] Jacob would laugh nervously, trying to use humor to dissolve the situation. Sliding hid phone back into his pocket he scanned around and found a new person. Trying to remember who it was. He could never remember who it was. But he didn't want to speak first. That would be just awkward.